Running

When a run comes to take my breath and spill my fluids, I stretch my body and hope for the best. The run takes me out into the neighborhood, past places I don’t want to be, but farther than legs would go otherwise. I appreciate that about the run. The legs, they pitter patter and bend and curl around pavement and torture and pull apart muscles and send pain to my head. The run tells me to keep going even when I’m done. Sleepy task master of my thoughts and body she is.

Trashy Tuesdays

I went on a run and then a stroll on this Tuesday evening and happened upon some choice trash that I feel like sharing.  First, I found two card tables, only slightly water logged, that I noticed between clutching at my heart and spitting up lung.  I made it a point to come back and check them out before I finished my run and decided that one trashy dirty collapsible table was enough for me.  It’s now drying in my hallway.

Another fun thing I found was a little dead mouse at the end of a driveway.  It made me think of how small dead things at the ends of driveways like the one I was passing by were.  And how sad.

Being as it rained about 6 inches this morning, I felt like I shouldn’t touch the fabric love seats and baby toys with rainwater dirt splashes all over them so I went home after a quick loop.

Now, the only things left on my list of “what I want from the trash” are a big shelf for my back yard, tools of any kind, shampoo bottles with a little bit left, old magazines, drywall and a grill.  I need that grill!